Brothersong (Green Creek 4)

It was inelegant, though that was probably putting it mildly. I gagged almost immediately, the heady taste of him foreign. He was careful with me, moving his hips in shallow thrusts, his hands on the sides of my head, holding me in place. He growled at me when my teeth scraped against the head of his dick, but he said, “Do that again.”

I did.

“Good,” he panted. “That’s good.”

His cock was hot against my tongue. I closed my eyes and tried to breathe through my nose as spit ran down my chin, my eyes watering. He said my name again and again, and I didn’t know if it was out loud or in my head. I thought i feel you i’m here and i feel you, and the bond between us, the thread that tied us together, went taut as it vibrated.

carter carter carter

i know let me just let me i

He was kissing me again, my lips swollen, throat sore. He gripped my chin, and it hurt, but it was oh so good. He pressed his forehead against mine, and we stared at each other in disbelief. He hummed quietly under his breath.

He said, “This. Me. You.”

I said, “Yes.”

He said, “Together.”

I said, “Yes.”

He said, “You want this. With me.”

And I said, “Yes.”

He flipped us over, and I found myself on my back again. He was stronger than I expected, and I felt a deep pride I could have someone such as him. He settled himself on my hips again, my dick rubbing against the crack of his ass. He reached over to the nightstand next to the bed. He opened the drawer and pulled out—

My eyes bulged. “Is that lube? What the hell? How did that get there?” Then, “Wait. How did you know it was there?”

He shrugged as he popped the cap. “Kelly and Joe.”

I said, “What.”

“Gave it to me.”

“What.”

He scowled. “It’s not hard to understand.”

“Oh, excuse me for wondering why my fucking brothers gave you a bottle of lube.”

“You’re excused.” He poured a generous amount onto his palm before reaching behind him. I tensed when he slid his hand along my cock, coating it with slick. “Stop talking about your brothers. We’re busy.”

My eyes bulged, whether because of his words or grip, I didn’t know. “You’re the one who—”

And then he groaned, and it took me a moment to realize it was because his fingers were in him. His eyes fluttered shut, the back of his hand rubbing against my dick as he stretched himself open. I could do nothing but watch his face, the subtle wince, the way his mouth dropped open as he twisted his hand. He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, hissing quietly before he dropped the bottle onto the bed next to us.

He rose on his knees to get a better angle. I reached between us, my hand going to his. He gasped when I pressed against his hand, pushing him farther into himself. He nodded, and I pushed again. He was three fingers deep, and my thumb hooked around his, pulling it back and then pushing it up again.

“Ready,” he whispered, and I pulled my hand back. I heard his own hand slide from his body, and I swallowed thickly. “Ready, ready, ready.” He leaned over me, brushing his nose against mine.

“Are you sure?” I whispered.

He said, ?

?Yes. You. I’m sure. You, Carter.”

“There’s no going back after this.”